[DROP] ar hyd y nos

Deimos It was an odd to witness something good happening amidst all the clamor, the din, the guilt, and the disasters. It was even stranger still to think they’d had a part in ensuring death didn’t reach the Undine today. It didn’t fade away, like the turtle in the Spire. It didn’t burst into flame, like the flinthopper from seasons before. It didn’t fall apart, like all their other events, their trials, their tribulations. It didn’t conquer or devour their lands. It didn’t sit upon a throne and demand for their allegiance. Instead, the Stygian ochre seemed to be drawn away, from the healing throngs of the unicorns, from the sudden appearance of Arduinna, lending her powers to the storm, songs and music of glory catching the light, instead of the deep, overwhelming potency of funeral hymns, dirges, and requiems. He lowered himself, sitting beside Zuriel as she combined powers with her brethren. You see, he could hear her murmur within their shared connection (still bizarre; still somewhat of a resistance in his mind, but she didn’t seem to care). A little bit of faith, and her matching eyes lingered on him for the merest of moments, too much wisdom, too much sagacity, before she proffered her own song into the ether, allowing it to gild into the stanzas raised with nickers and low snorts. The Reaper sighed, tangling one of his hands in the depths of her dark mane, and pondered over the realms and routes of convictions and beliefs. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime